Love is a simple thing,
Love is a poison ring,
Shiny as a lizard's tongue,
Quiet as a man who's hung,
Love is so great and grand,
Soft as a mummy's hand,
Love is the raven's croak,
Sweet as the poison oak,
Brighter than a coffin nail,
Gay as a widow's wail.
Love makes an old heart stop.
Love is the mating call,
When you've sealed him in the wall,
Love is a simple thing.

I'm afraid I don't see things like you do. I mean it: I'm afraid. What if the things I find beautiful drive you mad? What if they hollow you out like clever little squirrels getting nuts for the winter, except the nuts are your eyes, and winter is, I don't know, maybe the Rapture or something? And I'm just smiling while your face gets ripped apart because I think it's beautiful? These things worry me sometimes, when I'm not looking at the night sky. So I spend a lot of time looking at the night sky, and not looking at your face and thinking about squirrels.

Cheryl: Pam, you read me like a poem.

Pam: How's that poem gonna read when Cyril finally snaps and murders you?

Cheryl: I dunno, "World's Gushiest Orgasm?"

Sgt Donovan: Are these *human* eyes?

Sherlock: Put those back!

Sgt Donovan: They were in the microwave.

Sherlock: It's an experiment.

My favorite dreams are nightmares.

I like nightmares waking up in a cold cold sweat
I like nightmares making hair stand up on my neck
My heart is pumping
I'm runnin' for my life
I'm scared to death and yet...

When I know there's going to be violence involved, I always, always make sure I have a bottle of lubricant and some paper towel on hand.